Beautiful Houses

27 May 2008

Who is left to follow anymore
For an answer who is there to call
Monuments and altars, what are they for
But fallacies waiting to fall

And the people are building and the house it is strong
Windows pulsating with light
The music and laughter it goes on and on
In those beautiful houses through the night

Every farmer leaves his lines in the field
Geometry, chaos and time
I am just a tenant on this land of these seeds
But the cultivation is mine

CHORUS At the threshold, bending down Left my shoes at the door Finding balance in each step On uneven floors

Architects and draftsmen; we are residents
Beggars and saints
Only by the strength of our longing and praise
Will Paradises be made

CHORUS
F/C/Am/G
F/C/G

Am/G/Am/G
Am/G/Am
Am/G/Am/G
Am/G/C